Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nepal and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jacob Miller to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Eric Copeland,
Youth Brigade,
Mandrill,
EPMD,
Thee Headcoats,
Essential Logic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
K-Klass,
Donny Hathaway,
Judy Mowatt,
Arthur Verocai,
R.M.O.,
Goldenarms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalann,
Sarah Menescal,
Eurythmics,
The Walker Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
MDC,
Dawn Penn,
The Grass Roots,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hashim,
Cybotron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Charles Mingus,
Grey Daturas,
Tubeway Army,
Trumans Water,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Halsall,
Faraquet,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
Deepchord,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter & Gordon,
L. Decosne,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siglo XX,
Radio Birdman,
the Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
The American Breed,
Nirvana,
Dead Boys,
The Skatalites,
Fat Boys,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.